Was watching Tournament of Hearts (the Canadian women’s championships) on tv at the gym just now.
Good stuff.

Bling-Nye, the Daft Punk guy

That’s that one curling movie, right? With the hot shot and his buddy that dies in a curling accident, whom he avenges later on by getting the girl who helps him find his inner curler in order to win the curling championship and save the curling parlor? (What the fuck do they call curling areas? Courts? Fields? …Imma just go with parlor, because it seems appropriate.)

That’s what they call the tournaments, but what do they call the surface they play on? Just the ice? Ice field? ……nevermind, I just found it, it’s called the curling sheet. I imagine a curling parlor is the same as a bowling alley. At least, that’s what I’ll call it. Because.

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Men With Brooms

Crunchy Munchies

Eh, just burn the rest of it off. Long hair is a bitch to take care of, anyway, and you save a fortune on shampoo.

Thank god I didn’t have any coffee in my mouth when I saw the look on her face, or else I’d be spending the next 20 minutes cleaning my keyboard and monitor. Damn, she seems to go cross-eyed staring at that curling iron in disbelief. HAHAHAHA!